White Rose

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I am White Rose, so naturally, I live a boring and fearful life.
I find myself at risk when they bring around a knife.
My appearance will be described by nothing but elegance.
Which makes others question my intelligence.

I fear the place where there is dirt.
If I were to fall, I'd become hurt.
My petals would begin to stain; muddy, earthy brown.
The stains; I'd throw myself down.

My appearance; the reason I'm loved.
Any other color; the buyers wouldn't really come.
My color makes me special.
Any rivalry with me would be foolish to settle.

Even though the dirt is my home.
To home, I could never truly go.
I have to stay with those who own me; White Rose.
Constantly surrounded by the well known.
Never have I felt so alone.

I am White Rose; I have to stay calm.
It never seems to last too long.
I cannot let them know everything is wrong.
 I'll be thrown to the floor; beauty and innocence; gone.

I am White Rose; it's crucial I stay beautiful.
Don't let me fall; my purpose won't be doable.
My job is to serve the needs of those pleased by me.
So I beg them to never leave, it's rare that they listen to me.

The earth is quite cold.
To home, I will never be able to go.
So please help me; White Rose.
Please never leave me alone.
Not in this world, not when it's disaster-prone.

A/N: Another poem! Thank you so much to those who have read my poems, I really appreciate it. Thank you! Make sure to leave a comment letting me know your thoughts and suggestions. 💖💖💖💖

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